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Did you hear about Saint Stephen's end, |
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how they stoned by the river bend? |
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And the morning sun, |
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when the world was young. |
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Did you hear about the elephant? |
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Ran wild from the circus tent, |
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killed a crowd of ten, |
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before they shot him dead. |
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Oh Mary, don't you cry, |
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please lay your weary hand in mine. |
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Did you hear about Edith Cavell |
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how on the firing line she fell? |
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In a Belgian night, |
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in a dress of white. |
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Oh Mary, don't you cry, |
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please lay your weary hand in mine. |
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And swing low and softly down, |
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and lend me your ear. |
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Did you hear about Saint Peter's crown, |
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how they crucified him upside down? |
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And the desert air, |
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when the world was fair. |
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Oh Mary, don't you cry, |
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please lay your weary hand in mine. |
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And swing low and softly down, |
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and lend me your ear, Mary dear |